A draw?
"Alright." Yu Hong was also somewhat surprised that the opponent could match him to a draw.
Although his first Fear Shadow was the weakest, who was his opponent? Zheng Ming was merely a Disciple from a fringe school of the Taoist Sect, although elite, there were many more masters above him...
Perhaps this world could really withstand the invasion of the Black Disaster...
Seeing this, Yu Hong seemed to regain a bit of confidence.
If it truly could be withstood, he planned to bring people over to settle and live a normal life.
After all, since he arrived here, he had not had a single day of normal life.
Second round.
Zheng Ming's hands swiftly formed seals, with his temples slightly pulsing, he pointed bare-handed at the resentful sand.
Hiss!
In an instant, a trail of silver smoke rose and coalesced into a semi-transparent, burning human shape in front of him.
